Galaxies - Nana Grizol

What you now are seeking

And hope to realize

Don’t give it till the weekend

It will take weeks, months, years

It will take you your whole life

Cuz it’s not a question of the convalescent kind

It’s a thought that lives in the back of your mind

It is a story told with many different endings

Somehow it will always sound the same

It’s like the dreams we chase these days

Well they all have patents pending, but

None of them ever seem to hold your name

Your name, your name, your name

So we tried to figure out why you never think about anything smaller than

Galaxies

Why you spend eons wondering what happened to our thundering

It’s gone